After a while, Fu Jinghen, having calmed his emotions, finally let go of Wen Qiao.
The moment she felt him release his grip, Wen Qiao immediately turned away from Fu Jinghen, quickly straightened her clothes, and then threw a pillow from behind at him, "You jerk!"
Fu Jinghen caught the pillow with a laugh, "Then you shouldn't provoke me."
Wen Qiao glared at him furiously, pointing to his desk, "Go over there."
"Okay, okay, don't be mad," Fu Jinghen put the pillow on the sofa and got up to walk behind the desk, "Why don't you go to the rest room and tidy up?"
"Mind your own business!"
Wen Qiao glared at him fiercely again, stepped into her slippers, and walked heavily into the rest room, slamming the door shut behind her and cutting off Fu Jinghen's smugly satisfied face.
Fu Jinghen shook his head with a chuckle, sat down in his chair, pulled out a document to read, and simultaneously tried to calm the restlessness still stirring within him.
